The experience with my wedding ring, which I am now wearing on my right hand, is worth its own diary entry.     During my prayer in my little study - I've developed my own little liturgy - something extraordinary happens once again. At the end of 'Our Father' I get up from my knees and stretch my arms up for the doxology, which, as is well known, no longer belongs to the actual 'Our Father'. Immediately afterwards I sing a slightly changed song from the house group time in Zurich dialect:     "Lord I thank you because you…